And Voices Singing Out Of Empty Cisterns

Those Who Say They Give The Public What It Wants Begin By Underestimating Public Taste And End By Debauching It.

All Dash To And Fro In Motor Cars. Familiar With The Roads And Settled Nowhere.

Talent Imitates, But Genius Steals.

Culture Is The One Thing That We Cannot Deliberately Aim At. It Is The Product Of A Variety Of More Or Less Harmonious Activities, Each Pursued For Its Own Sake.

Most Contemporary Novels Are Not Really "written." They Obtain What Reality They Have Largely From An Accurate Rendering Of The Noises That Human Beings Currently Make In Their Daily Simple Needs Of Communication; And What Part Of A Novel Is Not Composed Of These Noises Consists Of A Prose Which Is No More Alive Than That Of A Competent Newspaper Writer Or Government Official. A Prose That Is Altogether Alive Demands Something Of The Reader That The Ordinary Novel-reader Is Not Prepared To Give.